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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Can,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.