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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.