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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.