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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.