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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.