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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.