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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.