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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.