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 Vietnam 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Swans,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.