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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.