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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.