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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.