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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.