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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.