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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Neu!,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.