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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.