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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
X-102,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.