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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.