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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.