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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.