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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.