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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.