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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.