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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Surgeon 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.