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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Q65,
Fear,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.