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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.