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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Nico,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.