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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.