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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.