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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.