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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.