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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.