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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.