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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Smog,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.