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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.