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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.