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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 JFA to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
DNA,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.