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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.