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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.