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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Wire,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.