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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.