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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.