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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.