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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.