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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.