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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.