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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.