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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.