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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
cv313,
Skarface,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.