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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.