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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.