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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.