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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.