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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.