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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.