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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.