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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.