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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.