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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.