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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.