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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.