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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.