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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.