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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.