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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.