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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.