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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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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.