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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.