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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.