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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.