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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.