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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.