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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.