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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.