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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.