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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.