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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.