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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Can,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Television,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.