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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.