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 Togo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
cv313,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
X-101,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.