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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.