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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.