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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.