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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.