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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.