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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.