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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.