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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.