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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.