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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
MDC,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.