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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.