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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.