Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.