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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Index,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.