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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Fear,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.