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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.