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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.