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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.