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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.