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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.