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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Japan,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.