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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.