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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.