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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.