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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.