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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.