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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.