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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.