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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.