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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.