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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.