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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.