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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Associates,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Franke,
Sparks,
Nas,
Organ,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.