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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.