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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.