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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.