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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.