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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.