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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.