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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.