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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.