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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.