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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Television,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.