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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.