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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.