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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.