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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.