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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.