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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.