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 Libya and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
The Index,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.