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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Wire,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.