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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Gong,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.