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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.