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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.