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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.