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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.