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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.