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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.