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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.