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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.