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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Scion,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.