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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.