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 Madagascar 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 UT to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.