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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.