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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Order to the punk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.