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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.