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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.