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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.