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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.