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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.