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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.