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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Morten Harket 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.