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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.