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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.