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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.