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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.