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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.