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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.