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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.