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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Pole,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.