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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.