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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.