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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.