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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.