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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.