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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.