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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.