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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.