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 Haiti and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Can,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.