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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.