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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.