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 the UAE and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.