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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.