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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.