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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.