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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.