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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
UT,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.