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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.