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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.