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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.