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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
UT,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.