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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.