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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.