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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.