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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.