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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Franke,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.