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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.