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 Estonia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.