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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Gong,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.