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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.