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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.