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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.