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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.