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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.