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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.