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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.