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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.