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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.