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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.