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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.