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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Music Machine,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.