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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.