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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Technova to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.