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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.