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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.