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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Make Up,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.