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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.