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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.