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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Pole,
Organ,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.