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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.