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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.