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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.