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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.