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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.