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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.