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 Germany and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
the Association,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.