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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's 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.