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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.