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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.