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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.