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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.