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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.