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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.