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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.