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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.