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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.