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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.