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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.