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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.