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 Comoros and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.