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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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.