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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Magma,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.