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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Index,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.