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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.