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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.