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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.