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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.