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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.