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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.