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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.