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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.