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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.