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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
the Association,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.