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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.