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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.