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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s 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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.