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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.