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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.