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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.