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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.