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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.