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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.