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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.