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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.