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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.