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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.