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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.