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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.