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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.