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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.