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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.