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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.