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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.