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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.