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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Japan,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.