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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.