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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.