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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.