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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.