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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.