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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.