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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.