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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
New Order,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.