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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.