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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.