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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.