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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.