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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.