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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Franke,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.