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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Whodini,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.