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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.