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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Q65,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.