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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.