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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.