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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.