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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.