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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.