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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.