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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.