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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.