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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.