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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.