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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fear,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.