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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.