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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.