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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.