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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Saints,
PIL,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.