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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.