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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.