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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.