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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.