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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
the Germs,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.