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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.