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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Television,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.