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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.