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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Crime,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.