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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.