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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.