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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.