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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.