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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.