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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.