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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.