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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.