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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.