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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.