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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Organ,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Residents,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.