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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.