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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.