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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.