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 Israel and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Human League,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.