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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.