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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.