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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.