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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.