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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Japan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.