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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
June Days,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.