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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.