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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.