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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.