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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.