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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.