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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Index,
DNA,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.