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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
JFA,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.