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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.