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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.