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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.