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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.