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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.