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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.