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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.