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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.