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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.