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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.