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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.