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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
UT,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.