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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.