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 Spain 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.