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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.