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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Chrome,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.