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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.