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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.