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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.