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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.