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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Index,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.