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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.