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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Little Man,
Nico,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Index,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.