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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.