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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.