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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.