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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
John Cale,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.