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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.