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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.