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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.