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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Slave,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.