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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.