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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.