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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 10cc to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Ituana,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.