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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
UT,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.