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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.