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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.