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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.