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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.