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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.