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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.