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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier 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 grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.