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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.