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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.