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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Slits,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.