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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Can,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.