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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.