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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Names,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.