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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.