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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.