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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.