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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.