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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.