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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.