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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
the Association,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Subhumans,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.