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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.