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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.