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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.