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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Index,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.