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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.