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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Can,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.