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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.