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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.