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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.