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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.