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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
UT,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.