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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.