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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Names,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.