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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.