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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.