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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.