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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
X-102,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.