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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.