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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Cybotron,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.