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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.