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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.