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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.