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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.