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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.