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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.