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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.