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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.