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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.