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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.