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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.