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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.