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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.