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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.