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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.