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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.