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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.