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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.