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 Guyana and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Mars,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.