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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.