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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.