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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.