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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.