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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.