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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.