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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.