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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.