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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.