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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.