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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.