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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Sparks,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.