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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Can,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.