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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.