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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.