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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.