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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.