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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.