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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.