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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.