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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.