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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.