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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.