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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.