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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Harmonia,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.