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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
the Association,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.