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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.