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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.