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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chris Corsano 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Human League,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.