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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.