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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.