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 United States 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.