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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.