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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.