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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.