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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.