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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Franke,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.