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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.