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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.