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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.