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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.