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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.