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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.