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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.