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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Can,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.