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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Index,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.