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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.