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 Germany 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.