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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Urselle,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.