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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.