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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.