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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.