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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.