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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Pylon,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
UT,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.