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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Cluster,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.