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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.