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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.