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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.