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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.