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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
DNA,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
the Association,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.