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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Audionom,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Television,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.