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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.