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 Ireland 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.