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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Organ,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.