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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Japan,
The Index,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.