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 Tajikistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.