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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.