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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.