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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.