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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.