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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Intrusion 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.