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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.