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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Names,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.