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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Inner City,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.