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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.