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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Swans,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Wings,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.