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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.