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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.