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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.