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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.