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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.