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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
X-102,
the Slits,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.