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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.