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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.