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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 June Days to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.